Beauty

When I used to go buy books, stacks and stacks of dusty old ones for 10 cents each at used bookstores, I always went for the beauty manuals. Sometimes there were celebrity ones, like Raquel Welch’s, which gave all the credit to yoga and this disgusting green vegetable soup with no salt she swore gave her that unstoppable figure – and just gave me unstoppable diarrhea. There was also Cheryl Tiegs book, which spent many chapters going into almost pornographic detail about her binge eating(!) and how to overcome a paralyzing dependence on food. She describes her low point in life at the beginning of her modeling career where she weighed 155 lbs, which is actually what I weigh now, likely one of the lighter incarnations of my body, truly. 155 isn’t my low point and frankly I don’t think it’s too shabby. Cheryl Tiegs book has a lot of unappetizing recipes coupled with extremely appetizing photos of her in her high 1973 heyday. I love the fashion, makeup and hair and i think she looks great even though I am, to her, at a low point. Well, one supermodel’s low point is my high point. And i can look great in a crazy ski outfit too – which im not sure Cheryl wore, but I know Suzy Chapstick wore, and I always get them confused.

I guess I should write a beauty book too, even though I may not be considered a great beauty, I really am, and everyone should know. My beauty book would contain no judgemental numbers as low points and certainly no disgusting recipes for green things without salt. My beauty secrets are simple. Don’t wash that much. Eat but only the really good stuff and eat it when you really are hungry. Try not to eat to escape your problems. If you drink alcohol, chase it down with water if you can. Drink water anyway if you remember. The most important thing is tell other people you are really beautiful, and carry yourself like you are really beautiful. It’s more like labeling yourself beautiful, so that everyone knows to call you that, and if they don’t think you are, then they feel stupid for not being in the know. Share this secret with everyone and just believe you are the best looking thing that ever walked the earth. It’s weird but it totally works. Try it!

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  1. how to overcome a paralyzing dependence on food

    This kind of phrasing from the dieters always baffles me. Are we not ALL dependent on food? Our brains LIKE food! Food makes brains go!

  2. Amazing thoughts on being beautiful. We should teach this in school. You are beautiful! I am beautiful!

  3. You should take this attitude and your ink and send some pics to Inked and Sexy and the Tattoo Page on facebook. I drool over your ink and love your body ;-) You need to show it off!

  4. No fair! I was going to tell you that you’re beautiful – but you beat me to it! In all seriousness, please do a beauty book. Coffee table size, with full-page full-color photos of all your ink and all your various divine outfits that you wear onstage and off, and yeah. All that. Cause you are!

  5. Dear Margaret,

    People are always telling me that I look like you. I don’t think I look like you at all. I’m not even Korean! But I guess to the rest of the world, all Asian women who have moon faces look the same.

    The last time someone told me I looked like you, I was hefting 40 lbs. of dirty laundry to my car in withering SoCal summer heat. Her stupid little dog almost tripped me, and all she could say to me after I had already passed her was, “Hey! Has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like Margaret Cho?” I rolled my eyes and considered walking back to drop my laundry on her dog.

    So, yeah, it used to piss me off that people thought I looked like you. That is, it used to piss me off until I read this blog about beauty. Margaret, thank you for giving me an alternative thought to think when people tell me I look like you. Now I can say to myself, “Oh, they’re just trying to tell me I’m beautiful. How sweet.” instead of “Fuck you fucking ignorant fuckers who can’t tell one Asian from the next.” You are right, Margaret. You are beautiful. Thank you for sharing your beautiful self with us.

    E.

  6. There was a song called Mr. Goodtimes that said ‘Making believe he has the answer to life/Sometimes it seems that he is right’.

    Or it’s like that Clash line too, ‘When we’re alone, it’s real tough going/We tend to take a part/In someone else’s play’.

    These Business jokers pose as authorities on life, they think women should pattern themselves after their advertised images, that they aren’t good enough to be erotic if they don’t.

    Margaret, you really blow that Chauvanist bullshit into next week! It’s revolutionary, you’re an erotic biker girl revolutionary! And thank you for that.

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